I'm not a drama god

As soon as Bai Ye said this, everyone fell silent.

"So what should we do now?" Red Heart 9 spread his hands helplessly, "We were originally planning to bury Hongchen Jun, but now Hongchen Jun is alive and well... We can't force him to die, right? And Wuji Jun has also been taken away by Hongchen Jun, so wouldn't our trip be in vain?"

"..."

Even Bai Ye didn't know what to do at this moment... The two funerals they had sent in the previous realms went smoothly. Once the bodies of Ruoshui Jun and Jiguang Jun were collected, they could leave. But they didn't expect that a war in the Red Dust Realm would last so long, and in the end, none of the Nine Lords died.

Just as everyone was confused, a ray of moonlight projected down from the clouds, sprinkled in front of everyone, and gradually intertwined into a line of words...

"This is..." Everyone was stunned when they saw the sudden moonlight.

Bai Ye slowly pulled down his cap and spoke helplessly:

"It seems that I won't return empty-handed this time."

……

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A drop of rain fell from the broken beam of the ruins, creating ripples in the puddle.

Several refugees walked through the ruined streets in a daze, looking around Xizhou in astonishment, as if trying to find familiar shadows in the endless ruins... But except for the occasional fragments of store signs on the ground, there was no trace of the previous ones here.

Their homes have been destroyed;

"Mom, where is our home?" a boy asked blankly, holding the woman's hand.

"…It should be right in front. No, that's not right. We may have to go one block further… That's not right either…"

"Hey, is this the house of that guy Zhao Laoxi? The walls are still there and it's quite well preserved." A middle-aged man saw a small building in the distance and asked in surprise.

"Indeed, Mr. Zhao is really lucky... This house only needs a little repair and we can live in it again."

"By the way...where is Mr. Zhao?"

"Dead. Looks like a silver monster chopped his head open with a knife."

"..."

"Is there an old man lying over there?"

As everyone was searching through the ruins, someone noticed a figure lying on the road in the distance, looking like a corpse.

The woman screamed and subconsciously covered the child's eyes with her hands. The others looked at each other and then surrounded him...

"Are you still alive?"

"It seems to be alive and breathing."

"Why are there so many holes on his body... and blood everywhere. How can he still be alive after all this?"

"He's not a native resident of this street, is he? I've never seen him before."

"..."

tick-

Drops of rain fell from the sky, landed on the old man's wrinkled cheeks, and then slowly flowed down... Amid the surprised discussions of the crowd, the old man opened his eyes with difficulty.

Confusion, emptiness, pain, and dead silence...

There was no life in the old man's eyes. He was like a dying puppet, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

"Hey, are you okay? Where do you live? Are there any children alive at home?" A kind passerby leaned over and asked, "Forget it, I'll take you to the hospital first."

The old man did not answer. He just slowly glanced at the people standing in front of him. After a long silence, he supported himself on the ground with a pair of wrinkled hands, trying to get up from the ground... A wheezing sound like a broken bellows came out of his mouth, and everyone saw this and immediately reached out to support him.

But the old man gently pushed their hands away, stood up stubbornly, and then staggered away to the far end of the street alone...

His figure gradually became smaller in front of everyone and finally disappeared at the end of their sight.

"This old man...what's wrong?"

"I don't know. You're so badly injured, but you're still unwilling to go to the hospital?"

"Where is he going?"

"That seems to be the direction out of the city... But, there are only ruins left outside the city, right?"

The old man's voices gradually faded away. He just walked away silently and stubbornly, keeping himself away from the crowd... The hospital could not cure his aging at all. It would only expose his body to the world. He did not want to die here, in front of everyone.

The whimpering cold wind blew past the old man's ears as he stepped through the ruins, moving forward alone;

He didn't know where he should go, but his instinct deep in his heart kept driving him forward. Eventually he left the broken city wall, passed through the ruins of one town after another, and finally stopped in front of a small river.

He is tired.

The old man's organs had all failed, and even breathing was extremely difficult for him. He could only hold on to the rotten willow tree trunk with one hand and slowly sit down by the river.

He tried his best to move his body, letting his feet dangle on the shore, with his toes touching the cold river water, just like the carefree times when he was a child sitting by the Gusu River.

After finding a comfortable position, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had unloaded all his burdens, and leaned against the willow tree.

The withered willow tree stands in the cold wind, waiting for death in silence.

"It's not bad to end it here." Yao Qing muttered to himself.

In fact, Yao Qing wanted to return to Liu Town, to the Su residence where he and Su Zhiwei had lived for three hundred years, and die quietly... But he knew how smart Su Zhiwei was. After dealing with Wuji Jun, she would most likely return to the Su residence to look for him, so he randomly chose such a place that no one knew about.

Although this place is already a ruin, this river and this willow tree are still somewhat similar to Liu Town...

At least dying here won't be so lonely.

The old man's eyes slowly closed, and the only quietness in the world was the tinkling sound of raindrops falling into the river. He sat quietly under the withered willow tree, like a sculpture that had existed here forever.

rustle--

The next moment, the sound of footsteps appeared in the quiet world.

Someone walked on the wet soil and came to the old man's side. He also supported himself with his hands on the ground and sat down by the river. A voice sounded softly in his ears:

"Since we were little, you've never beaten me in hide-and-seek, right?"

The old man's body shook violently.

He opened his eyes in surprise, and looked at the extremely familiar figure beside him with his cloudy pupils, and stood there for a moment.

"You...how could you..."

"I went back to the Su residence and looked around, but I didn't see you. I thought if you wanted to avoid me, you wouldn't hide there... So I jumped out of the red flower first and searched the entire realm inch by inch... Finally..."

The white training suit fluttered lightly on the shore, and the black hair of the graceful figure brushed across the old man's shoulders in the wind. She turned her head slightly, and her pair of crystal eyes were looking deeply at the strange old face in front of her...

"I found you, Yao Qing."